Luyện nghe bài hát Like My Style (feattony Yayo Of G Unit)

I know you like my
You like how I break it
I know you like
You like how I break it
I know you my style
You like how I break it
Wanna get rich I'll you how
Wanna get rich show you how

On ya mark, get set, let's go, switch the
Teach ya how to turn into dough
The don dada, nobody bomb harder
Ya heard what I boy, I'm hot, I'm hot
The hoodrats say "He so crazy"
The snitches they say "He tried to me"
what you get for trying to play me
The and my wrath is so shady
No matter how you try you can't it
I catch ya stunting in the Bentley cockpit
If you a pimp why ya hoes outta pocket?
Front and out how my P-40 Glock hit
"50 you some help?"
Chill, Yayo I got
Where I'm the D's tryin' to knock us
They swear to God that it's me the choppers
Man, I ain't give them little niggas no

I know you my style
But how do you like my style?
You how I break it down
get rich I'll show you how

I know you like my
But how much do you my style?
You like how I break it
Wanna get rich I'll you how

The birds they say I got a way with
I be like "baby girl, I them curves"
If ya not busy tonight we can swerve
I'mma bachelor, baby, fuck you heard

the tellie in ten minutes I'll make you a believer
Tongue touch ya, I'll ya shakin' like you havin' a seizure
I make hits what I do in my leisure
G-Unit gang, can't another out there see us
lip sync the lyrics cause they wanna be us
Groupie from the hood they be trying to G us
to holla at the kid every time they see us
Girlfriend quit pretending, I'm the ya love
And I ain't got to say nothing, you that I'm thugging
Put my hands on that ass and ya say that I'm
We family, baby, kissing
Now look what the riff raff drug in
For the cheese my is hotter then ya oven
I'mma New Yorker, but I sound
And we sip DP the Don stop bubblin'
we play, ok, go to ya husband

I know you my style
But how much do you my style?
You how I break it down
Wanna get rich I'll you how

I know you my style
But how much do you my style?
You like how I break it
Wanna get I'll show you how

Em said you gone like my
Dre you gone like my style
I you gone like my style
You gone like how I break it

not really, really ready
The will have ya ass in trauma, boy
You're not really, really
My knife flip open and then I to poking
You're not really, really
Them shells popping and bodies get to dropping
not really, really ready
You ya ready, ya not
Really ready